Letra de Breakfast Club
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Yo, don't put yo fuckin' bag down
Don't put yo bag down, best believe my hand gon' be in it
You bett' not say shit
Don't put yo bag down, best believe my hand gon' be in it
You bett' not say shit
Yo, youz a security guard at the goddamn mall?
I'mma spray you with some ?, karate chop yo fruit
Then kick you in yo fuckin' balls
Xantiv Empire pushed my real jam, still here
Feel free to stare, Jeans to the ? but the Coleroy hat
Han-Lo sent the water boy back
More yak, blue garments for orange(?)
Note yo recipe, Blue Moon College
Jungle chainsaw dellage the brother
Episode funka, they could smell me in rush
Soulin', not potato salad
You were paper plane, pilot won't allow it
Homage yo mack, mahmahmah, on the street freeload
Put on yo V Smohitos
Hottest lance move, Cancun, Tyroon
With Samdun (that's new Lampoon)
And grove, catalusia when it come to this
They stuck to the speaker, they can't move
We're grown men, we leave niggas with no limbs
Makin' it difficult for you to reach, yeah, I'm goin' in
Rockin' on Tims, plus you only drink slow jims and just started rhymin' in 010'
My team vexed, we bankrollin' our queen strep
Servin' our fiends while we posin' on the art museum steps
Neva did I have a prolem with bein' ?
That's a press that's imported from an European chef
Gun for hire, I'm a killer with a price tag
Bombs will fly on yo head and leave you slump dead
Villainous rats with villainous pack and dillages into TG Max
It was ten of us
Straight ways into yo head when I slice wrist
Slap in the face with the powder hand like Mile Ebs
I thought it overhead swipe with a nice left?
Dimmed all yo lights while runnin' yo heist for a price check
Live from the trenches, locks and park benches
My niggas pack tools like hammers and wrenches
Mike Oback shit, leave ya in the basket
Black Frank Miller writtin' novels this graphic
My flow's Tarantino, Inglorious Bastard
Give a backflip while rollin' it backward
Call on Chriss Cross, nail they asses backwards
Dipped in low, stay cheebin' in dapper
We critically in-clean the horseman in any game
Tryna live and maintain a modest stress on the brain
Where I'm from the guns go bang bang
Leave you dead on arrival, kid, you need a survival kit
So you can try to stay alive thru this madness
Problem is we spit high bullets that pass thru yo abdomen
You is slumped ova, you a punk when you sober
Rhymes filled with poisonous venom, strike like cobras
Philly low, shit ain't nothin' betta, we bout cheddar
Pullin' leathers with the rugby underneath set up
The boots is ill and the jeans is chriss
When ask who's the fliest, no need to plead the fifth
Tryna make you understand what this movement is
A way of life, come and see, lemme school you kids
Driz Lo is abominable, world domination, anything less is intolerable
Know they really G's cause they ain't the ones you read about
The game OC Lanes offer me to keep account
Think they really spill a nigga? I'm too deep to drown
Fiends listenin' with they dirty needle out
Feelin' really insecure when they keep us ?
Thought that I run it in this bitch, just tryna eat around(?)
Bitch, betta watch who you speak about
Have a round of talk yo shit and have a bleedin' mouth
Matter fact, I luv it when the people doubt
No glide and more suicide sklees around
Take yo head as a trophy, you can keep the crown
Slayn dope to the pope, this an evil sound
Jaggin' bars, I wrote it with a Rambo knife
Said this spark couldn't out on a candle light(?)
Hold my dick, told yo mother she can't have no pipe
You're goin' broke cause you tryna match my appetite
I'mma spray you with some ?, karate chop yo fruit
Then kick you in yo fuckin' balls
Xantiv Empire pushed my real jam, still here
Feel free to stare, Jeans to the ? but the Coleroy hat
Han-Lo sent the water boy back
More yak, blue garments for orange(?)
Note yo recipe, Blue Moon College
Jungle chainsaw dellage the brother
Episode funka, they could smell me in rush
Soulin', not potato salad
You were paper plane, pilot won't allow it
Homage yo mack, mahmahmah, on the street freeload
Put on yo V Smohitos
Hottest lance move, Cancun, Tyroon
With Samdun (that's new Lampoon)
And grove, catalusia when it come to this
They stuck to the speaker, they can't move
We're grown men, we leave niggas with no limbs
Makin' it difficult for you to reach, yeah, I'm goin' in
Rockin' on Tims, plus you only drink slow jims and just started rhymin' in 010'
My team vexed, we bankrollin' our queen strep
Servin' our fiends while we posin' on the art museum steps
Neva did I have a prolem with bein' ?
That's a press that's imported from an European chef
Gun for hire, I'm a killer with a price tag
Bombs will fly on yo head and leave you slump dead
Villainous rats with villainous pack and dillages into TG Max
It was ten of us
Straight ways into yo head when I slice wrist
Slap in the face with the powder hand like Mile Ebs
I thought it overhead swipe with a nice left?
Dimmed all yo lights while runnin' yo heist for a price check
Live from the trenches, locks and park benches
My niggas pack tools like hammers and wrenches
Mike Oback shit, leave ya in the basket
Black Frank Miller writtin' novels this graphic
My flow's Tarantino, Inglorious Bastard
Give a backflip while rollin' it backward
Call on Chriss Cross, nail they asses backwards
Dipped in low, stay cheebin' in dapper
We critically in-clean the horseman in any game
Tryna live and maintain a modest stress on the brain
Where I'm from the guns go bang bang
Leave you dead on arrival, kid, you need a survival kit
So you can try to stay alive thru this madness
Problem is we spit high bullets that pass thru yo abdomen
You is slumped ova, you a punk when you sober
Rhymes filled with poisonous venom, strike like cobras
Philly low, shit ain't nothin' betta, we bout cheddar
Pullin' leathers with the rugby underneath set up
The boots is ill and the jeans is chriss
When ask who's the fliest, no need to plead the fifth
Tryna make you understand what this movement is
A way of life, come and see, lemme school you kids
Driz Lo is abominable, world domination, anything less is intolerable
Know they really G's cause they ain't the ones you read about
The game OC Lanes offer me to keep account
Think they really spill a nigga? I'm too deep to drown
Fiends listenin' with they dirty needle out
Feelin' really insecure when they keep us ?
Thought that I run it in this bitch, just tryna eat around(?)
Bitch, betta watch who you speak about
Have a round of talk yo shit and have a bleedin' mouth
Matter fact, I luv it when the people doubt
No glide and more suicide sklees around
Take yo head as a trophy, you can keep the crown
Slayn dope to the pope, this an evil sound
Jaggin' bars, I wrote it with a Rambo knife
Said this spark couldn't out on a candle light(?)
Hold my dick, told yo mother she can't have no pipe
You're goin' broke cause you tryna match my appetite
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